This is a true story. Tenses may have been jumbled in an effort to maintain the corporeal sense of time which one feels when attending an appointment. Moreover, I've not got the energy to edit it too much at this stage. The following takes place a quick walk from Baker Street, past the famous … Continue reading The Salon
Violence
Shipbuilding – 2 weeks left.
Two weeks until voting begins. Another day, another piece of self-imposed disappointment. Life slowly ebbs away doesn't it. My coverage of this election hasn't been as exhaustive than I had originally intended but then, I ain't a professional journalist. I have a terrible job to go to. Then again, there also hasn't been a lot … Continue reading Shipbuilding – 2 weeks left.
Shed Stories #1
Production I close the door behind me and turn inward. Literally, my sanctuary. Me. My feet face the back wall of the shed, underneath me the starkness of kitchen floors which I fitted especially. To deal with the mess. My latest subject is a real doll. She is propped in front of me on a … Continue reading Shed Stories #1
MrHummels 